Julich University Quotes & Sayings

Even when there are times that we're not happy, happiness will creep in. — Dyan Cannon

Ask me to cut off my right arm for you, and I'll do it. Ask me to lay down my life for you, and I'll do it. But Please don't ask me to give you up now that I've found you again. Don't ask that, Amy — Catherine Anderson

Art is nothing but the expression of our dream; the more we surrender to it the closer we get to the inner truth of things, our dream-life, the true life that scorns questions and does not see them. — Franz Marc

It sounds really corny but I think that if you're beautiful inside it shows on the outside, for sure. — Kate Moss

You can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ... — John Geddes

Keep going and the Lord will help you. — D. Todd Christofferson

With a relenting sigh, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me before nipping my jaw with her teeth. 'You know I won't leave. You had me at 'bullshit. — Linda Kage

This landscape of clouds and sky. At first glance you might think that the depths are there where it is darkest; but then you realize that the darkness and softness are only the clouds and that the depths of the universe begin only at the fringes and fjords of this mountain range of clouds - solemn and supreme symbols of clarity and orderliness. The depths and the mysteries of the universe lie not where the clouds and blackness are; the depths are to be found in the spaces of clarity and serenity. Please, just before going to sleep look up for a while at these bays and straits again, with all their stars, and don't reject the ideas or dreams that come to you from them. — Hermann Hesse

Great art presupposes the alert mind of the educated listener — Arnold Schoenberg

You are not for everybody, but you are for somebody. — Julieanne O'Connor

V tired to imagine giving up his proclivities. My monster needs to get out. Especially now. — J.R. Ward

She simply does what her daughter tells her to, and finds a surprising relief in it. Maybe, she thinks, one could begin dying into this: the ministrations of a grown daughter, the comforts of a room. Here, then, is age. Here are the little consolations, the lamp and the book. Here is the world, increasingly managed by people who are not you; who will do either well or badly; who do not look at you when they pass you in the street. — Michael Cunningham

As long as there are games to play its not over — Alex Ferguson